He sounded righteous when he said it, but when he really did it, Chu Zhuo felt very uncomfortable. He looked into Rong Xitan's eyes and couldn't bring himself to do it. He hesitated for a long time and was hesitant.
He thought he was calm and said, "Should we blow out the lights first?"
Without letting him hesitate, she blew out the candle without saying anything: "Huh—"
The young man's beautiful face instantly disappeared into darkness.
"alright."
This was no longer an excuse to delay. Chu Zhuo rubbed his burning cheeks, reached his hand into the quilt, and slowly groped in the dark.
Not having to watch him actually helps him calm down.
Otherwise he really didn't know how to control himself.
Rong Xi suddenly hummed softly, the tone was melodious and moving.
Chu Zhuo froze.
Rong Xi urged: "Don't just leave it there."
Chu Zhuo had already been bewitched, his eyes were out of focus, and his movements were very mechanical, but for Rong Xi, it was enough.
Rong Xi used his hands to gain strength, lay on Chu Zhuo, buried his head in Chu Zhuo's shoulder, and let out low gasps.
Chu Zhuo's ears turned red as he listened to the sounds, but fortunately he turned off the candle so he couldn't see anything.
In the long and silent night, the only sound was the rustling of clothes, mixed with the young man's moving hum.
Rong's body had been relaxed for a long time, and when it finally fell into Chu Zhuo's palm, its whole body softened and it clung to the person.
Chu Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hugged the person in his arms tightly with his other clean hand and whispered, "Shouldn't you let me solve it by myself?"
Helping each other is the only solution, Chu Zhuo can only help himself.
Rong Xi leaned against him, too lazy to move, his voice full of sleepiness: "It won't be a problem if you hold me."
“You really are…” Chu Zhuo was speechless.
Seeing Rong Xi's frankness, he felt relieved.
Holding the person in my arms, I thought about the hands that had just touched him.
Chu Zhuo closed his eyes and gave it his all.
…
Chu Zhuo felt embarrassed. He treated himself more perfunctorily than Rong Xi. He finished hurriedly and looked down. The person in his arms was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
He couldn't help but smile, put the container down gently, and went to wash his hands.
His fingers were icy after being soaked in cold water. Chu Zhuo patted the heat off his face until it faded away a little. Then he quietly returned to the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down in it, and hugged the warm body in his arms.
They slept in each other's arms all night.
The next day, Chu Zhuo did as he said and moved all the memorials to Yuqing Palace. Except for attending court, he almost always stayed by Rong Xi's side.
This also led to more rumors outside, accusing Rong Xi of being a male beauty. However, Rong Xi could not hear anything in Yuqing Palace. Chu Zhuo protected him tightly and did not let any gossip reach his ears.
In Yuqing Palace, Chu Zhuo was reviewing the memorials while Rong Xi was sitting beside him and watching. With Ji Yu's memories, he could recognize the characters in this world, but that didn't mean he could understand what was written on the memorials.
Chu Zhuo was obviously very good at it. He could write down a memorial after just one glance. His work efficiency was very high. Even though Rong Yu was watching him from the side, he was serious and focused, as if he could not be disturbed.
No wonder Yan Zhao in the previous world mastered the court affairs so quickly. It turned out that he was returning to his old business.
Rong looked at it once and then lost interest, looking away, lying lazily with his chin on the table, and opening his mouth to bite the snacks on the plate. He took a bite at a time, almost only biting off a few crumbs, and ate very slowly.
Chu Zhuo was not concentrating fully on the letter - the man was right next to him, how could he just focus on reading the memorial
Chu Zhuo couldn't help laughing when he saw Rong Xi trying hard to bite the dim sum out of the corner of his eye, and almost wrote the wrong strokes.
He simply reached out and stuffed the whole cake into Rong Xi's mouth: "I'm right beside you, why don't you ask me for help?"
Rong Xi's mouth was blocked, and he stared at Chu Zhuo: "Hmm!"
Chu Zhuo said in a good mood: "I appreciate your help. You don't have to thank me."
Rong Xi spit the dessert back into the plate with a "Puh" sound: "This sweet cake is only delicious when you take one bite at a time. You stuffed the whole thing in here. Do you want to make me sick to death?"
Chu Zhuo: “…”
"Ahem." Chu Zhuo coughed to cover up his embarrassment, "Then, then will you still eat?"
"No, it's too sweet." Rong Xi said, "Pour me a glass of water."
Chu Zhuo poured him tea, and knowing that Rong's hands were inconvenient, he fed it directly into his mouth.
The sweetness in his mouth was diluted, and Rong Xi finally came back to life, lying listlessly on the table.
Chu Zhuo felt distressed and said, "I will ask the imperial kitchen not to make such sweet cakes next time."
"It's not the imperial kitchen's fault." Rong Xi said faintly.
Chu Zhuo: "...Okay, it's my fault."
He looked at the half piece of sweet cake that Rong had spit out on the plate and said, "Since you don't want to eat it, then I'll eat it for you?"
Rong Xi asked: "Do you like to eat other people's leftovers?"
Chu Zhuo said seriously: "Every meal is hard-earned. I am the ruler of a country, how can I take the lead in extravagance and waste."
He would not eat leftovers, except for those that had been eaten.
Hmm... it's really sweet, too sweet.
Chu Zhuo chewed half a piece of cake carefully. Even though he was choking so much that he almost lost control of his facial expression, he still stubbornly swallowed it whole.
The pastry itself is 100% sweet, and with the added bonus of "having eaten it before", the sweetness reaches 10,000%.
This is a sweet cake with special meaning, and he needs to savor it slowly.
… I don’t dare to kiss someone on the mouth, so this counts as an indirect kiss, right
Rong Xi said, "You have been very frugal in sending me things recently."
The King of Qi had previously rewarded Ji Yu with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, but Ji Yu didn't care about these things and put them all in the storehouse to gather dust. Rong Yu was different. He loved these vulgar treasures. A room full of red and golden things was pleasing to the eye, so as soon as he came, he turned out all the treasures that were gathering dust in the storehouse and put them in the house for appreciation.
Chu Zhuo was very jealous when he saw this. Although he knew that Rong Xi couldn't possibly love the King of Qi, let alone miss him when seeing his things, what did it matter if there were things in the room that were given by other men? So Chu Zhuo gave an order and immediately replaced all the things with more valuable, precious and rare things, replacing all the things given by the King of Qi.
Chu Zhuo said: "Can what I gave you be called extravagance and waste? The best things in the world should be used for you. It's a pity that my cavalry can't attack the heavenly soldiers, otherwise all the good things in the sky should be yours."
Chu Zhuo's remarks already sounded like those of a tyrant.
Rong Xi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's what you said."
More than half a month later, the bandage on Rong's hand was finally removed.
Chu Zhuo paid more attention to Rong Xi's hands than Rong Xi himself. The first medicine he used was "Gu Sheng".
The effect of the bone-growing medicine is as its name suggests, it can regenerate broken bones. It was requested by the great doctor when the King of Chu was young. There is only one bottle of it in the world, and it is extremely precious.
The King of Chu led the army to fight for many years, and he had suffered countless serious injuries on the battlefield, and fractures were commonplace. Having such a bottle of medicine was like a second life for him. Even so, the King of Chu only used it once when he broke his leg and was almost disabled.
He didn't know how many times he would be injured in the future, so he used the best medicine on the blade and would never use it on daily injuries.
Now, the whole bottle is used to treat facial skin problems.
The doctor of the king of Chu kept saying no, thinking it was not worth it, the king was risking his own life to save a demon concubine. Chu Zhuo just said that the world was now at peace, there would be no more wars in the future, and he might not be in danger, but Rong Zhuo really couldn't bear to delay, so he asked the doctor to get the medicine without hesitation.
The medical officer sighed and felt that Wang had really failed completely this time. Who could have thought that after winning eight hundred battles, he would lose to one man's heart.
...That person is still a man.
This is something Rong didn't know.
In other words, Rong guessed it but pretended not to know.
The efficacy of the bone-growing medicine is obvious to all. After the bandages were removed, Rong Yu's ten fingers were slender, white, soft and delicate, and there was no trace of the horrible swelling before. Ji Yu's ten finger bones were broken by force, and now looking at the appearance, there was no trace of the past tragedy.
Rong looked at these hands and suddenly thought of the Ghost King in the previous world.
The first thing the Ghost King saw when he saw him was to hold his hand and blow on his bloody ten fingers in one breath.
That really works better than any medicine.
Chu Zhuo was relieved to see Rong's hand recovering well, but his tone was still a little nervous: "Does it hurt?"
Rong Xi moved his fingers and said, "It doesn't hurt."
He stretched his hands out and crossed them together: "How does it feel different from before?"
Chu Zhuo finally smiled: "That's good."
"Is it good? At least you don't have to feed me three meals a day, and you can take care of my bathing and wiping my body?" Rong Yu said sarcastically, "I knew that there would be no filial son in front of a long-term sick bed..." He lost the reason to exploit Yang openly.
It's good to be a useless snack. Rong has no psychological burden to be taken care of, but is full of resistance to being self-reliant.
Chu Zhuo: “…”
What a filial son
He is taking care of his lover, not serving his old father!
"Even if you don't want to do it, I will still take care of you like this in the future." Chu Zhuo said in a good-tempered manner, "It's just that you don't want to, and you can't, there is still a big difference."
This sounds like human language.
"But for this meal tonight, you should try to use chopsticks by yourself," Chu Zhuo said, "and see how you recover."
Rong Xi said, "Then serve the meal."
Chu Zhuo was stunned and looked at the sky outside: "It's not even night yet..."
Rong said a truth: "When I am hungry, it is dark."
"…" Chu Zhuo compromised, "Okay."
Dinner was served, as sumptuous as always, with an enticing aroma.
Rong Xi couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, but the first time he held them firmly, the chopsticks slipped from his hand.
Chu Zhuo comforted him: "Don't worry, take your time."
If you take it again, it will fall off again.
Chu Zhuo's heart sank.
Could it be that this hand... is only good-looking but not useful
The next moment, he saw that beautiful hand give up the chopsticks and directly pick up a chicken leg from the plate, this time holding it steadily.
Rong Xi ate the chicken leg very generously but not rudely.
In Chu Zhuo's eyes, Rong is cute no matter what she does.
Rong finished a chicken leg very quickly. The action of holding chopsticks is too delicate, it is better to just grab it with your hands.
The big devil's patience is not good.
Chu Zhuo's heart was put back again: "Since you can pick up things, it means that there is a problem with your hands. You can pick up chopsticks after practicing more... Eat slowly and drink some soup."
He scooped a bowl of fish soup for Rong Xi and carefully removed all the fish bones.
Rong drank the soup and spent the whole meal practicing how to pick up chopsticks.
After trying several times, I finally succeeded.
Rong Xi was satisfied: "Prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I will try to see if I can hold the pen."
Ji Yu's wish is to paint all the beauties of the world, so if he wants to paint, he must be able to pick up a paintbrush.
If you want Ji Yu's soul lamp to light up, healing his hand injury is also an important step. Not being able to paint is more painful for Ji Yu than death.
In the original plot, Ji Yu's hand was disabled, and he was executed before he could get treatment, so his wish was unfulfilled. Now it's different, his hand has recovered, and he can continue painting.
Chu Zhuo immediately asked someone to prepare. He had seen the paintings in Yuqing Palace, all of which were of flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, palace walls with green tiles, floating worldly smoke, and extremely artistic conception, and all of them were signed by Ji Yu.
It seems that the young man passed the boring days in the palace by painting. From these paintings, we can also see how good the young man is at painting and how much he loves painting.
What he depicts in his writing are the mountains and rivers in his heart.
Chu Zhuo also wanted to see Rong Yu paint in person.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly prepared. Rong stood in front of the table and held the paintbrush in a standard posture.
Very good, it worked.
Then comes the writing.
Rong Xi dipped some cinnabar pigment and dropped it on the rice paper. He quickly drew a red dot, and then the red dots became more and more, becoming very dense.
Chu Zhuo looked at it for a long time and asked, "Is this a fallen flower?"
Rong Xi calmly threw down his paintbrush.
"What I want to paint is the red sun."
Chu Zhuo hesitated: "Shouldn't the red sun be one round?"
There wouldn't be so many scattered red dots, unless you wanted to draw Hou Yi shooting down the sun, with ten suns.
Rong Xi: "Can't you see? My hands are shaking."